"What do you think?" Mussolini stood in front of the huge full-length mirror in his bedroom, smugly looking at his new, well-ironed uniform.

"Very handsome, dear." Clara. Betasi (formerly known as Corileta. Bertassi stepped forward and gently adjusted the position of the black tie for the Italian Prime Minister.

The lover of the later famous leader was now dressed in an elegant white silk dressing gown, and the graceful figure that Mussolini was madly fascinated by was all the more seductive in the orange sun of the Mediterranean morning.

"I don't have too important work today, I'll be back before lunch." Mussolini gently stroked his lover's cheek and then left a kiss on the side of the other's lips.

"That's great, dear, I'll have the kitchen prepare lunch for you." Although he has been following this man who is twenty-nine years older than him for more than three years, every time the other party makes these ambiguous actions, it still makes Bertassi's heart beat faster like a girl in her first love.

I have to say that Mussolini had a very magical charm in the eyes of Italian women at that time, he had amazing property, and he was also the most powerful man in Italy.

Bertassi knew that she was not the man's only lover, but she still sincerely prayed to God that she could be by the man's side until the last moment of her life.

Historically, her wish came true, this woman used her life to prove her loyalty to this relationship, except for the tragedy of the last scene, perhaps for Betassi, being able to die with Mussolini is not too bad an ending.

Leaving the elaborate and extravagant comfort house, Mussolini's face returned to his serious expression, and the Italian prime minister sat in the back seat of a fully enclosed Mercedes bulletproof car, leaning on the back of a leather chair and began to close his eyes.

Order had long since been restored to the city, and the citizens were busy with their livelihoods as usual, except for the addition of armored vehicles with Iron Cross insignia and groups of heavily armed German soldiers on the streets.

"Leader, General Qucheller has informed the Roman High Command that the African Army will begin its withdrawal next Friday as planned, and they have made several requests before they want to be answered before departure." Captain Claudio, the new adjutant sitting opposite Mussolini, respectfully reported that the original aide-de-camp, Captain Candil, had been killed in a coup d'état on the 28th, and that the remains of the brave captain had not been found until now.

"Don't ask me about this kind of thing, leave it all to Ziano, it's his job. Agree to all the demands of Qu Hillel, which has been negotiated a long time ago. Mussolini opened his eyes slightly, and his sharp gaze swept over the youthful face of his subordinates.

"The general wants to recruit three hundred more army employees, and he hopes that the city government of Rome will come forward for him."

"It's a good thing for Italy, we are able to restore the honor of the kingdom in this way. Think of it, the Italians fighting side by side with the Germans, and building up great feats, and just like that, the propaganda must have been able to impress a large number of young people. ”

Mussolini closed his eyes again, before the end of the year, one-third of the personnel of the Italian Army will be retired, how to arrange the employment and life of these people, it is a headache for the kingdom, if the Germans are willing to stand up and take over, Mussolini will of course raise his hands to welcome.

Mussolini's motorcade, flying the flag of the Italian prime minister, sped along the avenue of the city center toward the outskirts of the city, and his destination today was a makeshift special concentration camp on the outskirts of Rome, where the arrested members of the gangs involved in the coup d'état on the 28th were held, from the field marshals and generals of the Kingdom of Italy to the ordinary traffic officers who commanded in the streets.

The camp was set up in a barren field, a huge camp 1.5 kilometers long and 1 kilometer wide, because before the brick wall could be built, the only way to do this was to use a high barbed wire fence as a barrier to the outer perimeter of the camp, and the internal guards were all carefully selected veterans of the Black Shirts, and the perimeter defense was all German army infantry.

In some of the positions that appeared to be weakly defended, German sappers also laid special defensive minefields. It was 450 anti-infantry mines that were completely disorderly buried, and the German sappers did not record the location of each mine on the map of the minefield, as is customary, but only drew a rough minelaying range, which meant that the Germans themselves wanted to pass through the minefield, and they could only rely on professional mine-clearing equipment.

Mussolini felt so secure that he began to consider whether the camp should be made permanent for the country's opposition.

The camp was located less than ten kilometers west of Rome, in the vicinity of a small village called Maglinaire, home to fifteen peasant families who made a living from the cultivation of wheat and olives. The week-long construction site completely shattered the peaceful life of the villagers, and with the ensuing visits of various powerful departments, everyone's family history was thoroughly investigated, and at the same time, they were warned not to go near the camp and not to give up their lives because of curiosity.

Mussolini's motorcade slowly drove along the road to the gates of the camp, an unnamed concentration camp that welcomed a visit from the Supreme Leader.

The commander in charge of the camp was a lieutenant colonel in the black shirts in his fifties, and at this moment he led more than a dozen management officers under his command to wait at the door of the camp office building early.

The Mercedes came to a steady halt in front of the officers, and a captain stepped forward quickly and opened the door of the rear compartment.

"Salute!" The star officer gave a loud order. All the officers and soldiers present raised their hands in front of the Prime Minister of the country, who was standing with his head held high.

Mussolini glanced at the loyal officers, nodded slightly in satisfaction, and then walked up to the commander.

"Welcome, Your Excellency, Prime Minister." Lieutenant Colonel Renato bowed slightly.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Lieutenant Colonel Renato." Mussolini held out his hand.

"Me too, Your Excellency Prime Minister." Renato had a flattered expression on his face and held Mussolini's hand tightly.

"You've been notified." Mussolini asked.

"Yes, I received a call from Colonel Gaunt last night, and everything is ready according to your orders." Renato reported: "You can go to the lounge to rest first, we have some drinks and food ready, and then..."

"No, you know what I want, I don't have much time on my hands." Mussolini interrupted the lieutenant colonel's courtesy, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

"When... Of course, we are all ready, Your Excellency, please follow me this way. To hide his embarrassment, Renato pulled out his handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat that had just broken out.

Mussolini had taken a whole company of guards, all armed and armed, and in a few days he had already been assassinated twice in a row, all of whom were remnants of the coup d'état, the last struggle of the desperate people.

The lieutenant colonel of the Blackshirts led the way, and Mussolini, protected by a platoon of guards, strode closely behind, and soon the group reached a newly built, single-row wooden house.

The wooden house has not yet had time to be decorated, the walls show the original color of the wood, and even the graffiti and messages of construction workers are still preserved in many places.

The lieutenant colonel stepped forward, took out the key from his waist, and then carefully pushed the door open.

"The people are inside, Your Excellency the Prime Minister." Renato took a step back and stood by the door to report.

"You all stay here, and no one is allowed to approach without my orders." Mussolini gave orders to the guards and adjutants.

"You are the same Lieutenant Colonel, and I will command you if you need anything." Mussolini walked to the door and glanced at the lieutenant colonel.

"Yes, Your Excellency, Prime Minister." The lieutenant colonel hurriedly and respectfully retreated.

"All of us retreat fifty meters and set up a cordon." Claudio shouted orders to the guards.

The soldiers of the Prime Minister's Guard moved quickly, and they immediately formed a circle around the wooden house, and the soldiers raised their submachine guns flat, and the muzzles of the black holes pointed straight out of the circle.

Mussolini closed the door with his backhand, and the Italian prime minister crossed his arms belt with his hands while habitually raising his chin.

"Look at you like this, I don't know if I should say I'm glad to meet you, Badoglio." Mussolini said proudly.

"You're the same, you're still that idiot-like look, and it's disgusting to watch." Badoglio wore a marshal's gown with all the emblems removed, and looked at the triumphant leader with contempt in his eyes.

"In any case, I am the final victor of this farce, and you will be hanged alive like wild dogs from a lamppost in the center of Rome along with your henchmen." Mussolini sneered, dragged a chair by the wall, and sat down at the door.

Badogglio wore heavy steel shackles on his feet, and one end of the chain was still locked to the ring of the floor, in any case, this respected marshal, still a battle-hardened soldier, as Mussolini said earlier, he had won the final victory, and there was no need to risk being attacked by his opponent for the sake of some face.

"I am a soldier of the Kingdom of Italy, and the death penalty for a soldier can only be shot." Badogglio frowned, he didn't expect Mussolini to do such a desperate job.

"You are a soldier only with my approval, and now what I see is just a criminal who plotted a coup d'état." Mussolini refuted.

"You are no longer the Prime Minister, His Majesty the King will announce your crimes to the world, and justice will be done one day."

"What you say will never come true, Badoglio, for the present history is written by me, and I will tell the Italian people that you are a group of vile traitors, shameless traitors, and that it is because of your conspiracy that Germany declares war on Italy.

In order to satisfy your own ambitions, you have disregarded the national interests of Italy and the safety of its people, countless Italian soldiers have died in vain because of you, and the great kingdom has suffered the shame of defeat because of you.

I promise that even if you rot down to a handful of bones, people will still spit on your grave. ”。

Mussolini stood up, crossed his shoulders and talked.

PS: I'm finally home, thank you for your understanding and support in the past two days. (To be continued.) )